#scalpelism

[flauna-blog1]

@scalpelism​

‘ So are you guys, like ... ’

Laura falters, pretends to be caught up in something she’s doing - makes a note in a journal that (unbeknownst to Adam, who stands too far away to be able to see what she’s written) is nothing more than a meaningless scribble.

‘ Do you, uh - ’

She looks up, pushes the hair out of her face. 

‘ Do you love her? ’

[surgicalscars]

❛     You’re glowing. You doing a cleanse or something? You’d better give it up soon, I can’t have you being prettier than me.     ❜

          @scalpelism

[runclear-blog1]

     @scalpelism

❛    I don’t ... really do this sort of thing.    ❜    Wringing her hands, Abigail shifts in her seat anxiously. She hasn’t slept in three days, and all the concealer in the world wouldn’t hide the dark shadows carved beneath her eyes. Keeping her gaze low, she runs her thumb over the knuckles of her right hand, over all the rings on her fingers, just so that she’ll have something to look at that isn’t another person’s eyes.    ❛    I just haven’t been sleeping very well  ---  I have a ... a friend who said you might be able to give me something for that.    ❜

[gemfraud-blog]

soft sobs , hot tears are wiped away with the back of her hand.  breaths come out rushed and ragged, and she slips into the hospital’s storeroom when she thinks no one can see. 

( or , that’s the play. she’d seen the cute doctor head in there, away from the intensity of  the hospital floor, and waited a good two minutes timed by the hands of her diamond - studded wristwatch --- removed and placed delicately within her purse --- before following him inside. )

caroline rests her back against the wall , reddening eyes covered by her palm. the moment adam makes a move, her gaze flickers toward him . 

❛   oh ---   ❜   a small sniffle , thumb swiping at the corner of her tear - filled eye, careful not to smudge her makeup too severely.   ❛   i didn’t know there was anyone in here ---   ❜

[surgicalscars]

(   cavernous shadows etched into the pits of her eyes  ---  laura looks a little dead. too - tired, maybe a little pale. there’s a smear of blood on her shirt that she doesn’t notice, must’ve gotten past her scrubs somehow. she should shower and crawl into bed, but instead, she uses her own key to open the door of his apartment in the early - evening, finds a spot next to him on the couch to collapse into.

despite looking and feeling awful , the harsh long - hours spent over an operating table are all she wants from this life.   )

❛   are you cooking tonight.   ❜   a yawn , as she rests her head back against the lounge, tired eyes falling closed.   ❛   it’s definitely your turn.   ❜

[surgicalscars]

@scalpelism

   ❛   she’s gone. you can relax.   ❜

[revivedsoul-blog]

@scalpelism

   ❛   i feel like you should probably just prescribe me some morphine and i’ll be out of your hair.   ❜

[surgicalscars]

she’s been babbling, gesticulating wildly, for the last few minutes, about an article she read in some medical journal. innovative, incredible, the future of medicine -- she seems so intrigued by it, recounting it to Adam in miraculous detail. so fixated, she leaves those emotions stirring within her chest to fester -- she’ll ignore them until she can do so no longer. 

at six this morning, she’d made up her mind, packed an overnight bag and made scrambled eggs while she waited for Adam to wake. bright and early, the cogs of her mind turning rapidly, deciding that she must act very quickly, lest she go back on her decision. now, in the cab taking them from the airport to her parents’ house, she pretends that’s not where they’re going -- from the look of her, the destination doesn’t matter in the slightest.